After what felt like months the woman whose tits to sucked to get into this situation walks in, smiling.
"You've done spectacularly producing milk, and we have more in suppply than we will ever need. However, you've slowed in production recently, so your usefulness has been exhausted.
Therefore, we're letting you go back into the normal world."
You look up exitedly, longing to get the udder removed. however, the woman laughs as if by reading your mind, and says,
"You're keeping the udder. You think we'd just let you go back to your normal life as it was before? Stupid boy. And because of your foolishness, I might make you look even more ridiculous than you already are!"
She removes you from your chains, and starts dragging you out of your cell.
"Don't try to fight me. Here in our milking facility we are extra strong to deal with those who think they can fight their way out."
She's right; her grip on your wrist is painfully strong, and there's no way you could fight back, especially in the state you're currently in. The woman drags you into and odd room that almost seems like an operation room, however there are syringes lying on metal tables instead of tools. The syringes each have a liquid of an odd color, and each syringe has a different color. The woman throws you on the operation table in the center and injects you with a syrum of a gray color. You immediately feel calm and safe, however your thoughts tell you otherwise.
The woman explains,"That syrum calms you, making you feel safe. It is to keep you from running."
"Now what should I do to you...?"